Saturday, December 27, 2003
Fuckin A...
yeah it's 4am and I just got home AGAIN this weekend. Pruett's Stepdad died this week. It was horribly sad. He had a heart-attack and some piece of shit doctor in Cleveland diagnosed him with bronchitis. We were all down there hanging out with him, just trying to give what little support we could. You just never know what to say during something like this. I saw his brother Luke for the first time in ages tonight. He's going great. I also saw Condra, who was wanting it just as bad as he did in Junior High (of course this time I can't say I didn't feel the same). He showed me all his bullriding injuries (made me feel em too). Too damn bad he's been passed around so much, he's such a cutie. I found out tonight that my brat, Daniel, is a coke head, seriously. I'm heartbroken. John Long made me play pool with him until little Condra had sufficiently whooped my ass as did his girlfriend that I went to high school with (she was on my little flag corps. I just loved her). On a CRAZIER note, Pruett's mom came up to me and told me that I needed to quit talking to 'Uncle Billy' because if his wife woke up and found me talking to him, she'd probably kill me because she just got out of the Pen for killing some woman that was talking to him. Now, I didn't quite know what to think of this, but I sure as hell got up and moved just in case. PSYCHO?
p.s. I kissed 4 people tonight. Am I a ho?
♥Oh, so vintage... 4:28 AM
